Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.